Saturday, May 30, 2009

You know you're living in residence when...

... … your first morning, you try to exit the wide berth of large doors leading to the street and you’re blocked by a gaggle of pre-teen boy scouts lugging sleeping bags and duffel bags. They’re standing still, all looking up to the counsellor standing in front of them. He’s lanky and stern-looking, with a salt-and-pepper beard and a Tilly hat. He’s glaring down at the group and saying, in a contemptuous voice,